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Kiria
By the time it was clear what Firian was doing, Kiria had already watched him for too long. He was somewhere in the palace.
If he had been looking for her, he would already be in her mind. No, this was a military assassination.
He seemed to be by the Amiran rooms. In the darkness she saw the round lamps and the colonnade. He entered one of the rooms. Not one of the primary advisors’ rooms. Not Daelon’s. She didn’t know whose it was.
Rather than stall to figure out the target, she bolted down the hallway toward the door. Her serving girls and ever-present guards followed behind. “A doctor! I need a doctor!” she cried. Candrae peeled off from the group to fetch one.
They ran out of the palace into the gardens and around the colonnade. “This is it!” she cried, turning the knob
